http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4-94JhLEiN0&feature=related
Well the wedding that is about to happen is DANCING!!! They have been practicing their moves in the hallway and talking about how they can't dance. They are also wearing green knit short dresses, the bride is in a calf length dress with no shoes on and she has a flower ring thing in her hair. They have sunglasses and big sunflowers and I wish for anything I could be in there!!! Seeing them practice their moves has seriously made my morning awesome.
Sunday, August 9, 2009
Best man might be worst man
So yesterday I moved into a new apartment. I use the word "I" loosely because it took my parents and some great friends to actually make it possible. If you have ever seen the friends episode "pivot" you would understand our misery. Thankfully my dad's truck cooler made everything better once the apartment was full. So I went to sleep in my new apartment, I even have my own door!!! (this is wildly different from living in my sorority house the past two years) Our apartment is VERY small but a block from campus and our sorority making it prime (did I mention it's probably the cheapest rent in town?! what a steal) One of my best friends, Emily and I are living together. We lived together sophomore year in the house and every summer after that so we are quite used to it.
Enough about the apartment!! (just wanted to make the point of how exhausted I was this morning when I had to be at work at 830am YUCK)
The morning was pretty standard and low key, the bride and groom and photographers were here when I got here (I get here 30 minutes before rehearsal time, so they were REALLY early) and I didn't really see anyone for a long time.
I did see one couple with their child and they were telling the young boy about how they had gotten married here, I thought that was pretty sweet. They got to spend some time in the chapel which I'm sure the couple enjoyed.
So onto the funny/interesting part (sorry for rambling)
A guy comes into my office, I think I was reading my cousins blog at the time (We love you Sarah and Brad!!) and has a confused look on his face. I was like great what the heck could this guy want. He asks me for the radio, ok I think simple enough. I told him that I would go over with him to plug it into the piano (So the music comes out of the piano speakers instead of the stereos tiny speakers) so he offers to carry it. Very gentlemanly I think. He asks me how my day was and I told him pretty good, I couldn't really complain (I definitely could have but I refrained from bitching to the wedding guests) and asked him how his was. (At this point I have no idea who the guy is, a friend, a brother, a helper, a groomsman, the groom.. not a CLUE) and he said "are you kidding me" and points to the chapel. Now I'm thinking 'Greeeeaaaat I'm a big idiot who just asked a groom how his day was'. But he says "I'm the best man, I've been trying to talk him out of it all morning" WHAT!!!!! I drop my jaw and look at him and he continues to say "What kind of best man would I be if I didn't try to talk him out of it?" My reply...."a good one" I couldn't help myself. Then he said he kept telling the groom that the car was full of gas if he wanted to dart off, I told him that was terrible and set up the stereo and got out of there.
WHAT!!????!?!
I probably shouldn't have told him my actual thoughts on his comments but I could NOT be any way supportive of that advice.
Still have one more wedding today, let's hope for something blog worthy!
Enough about the apartment!! (just wanted to make the point of how exhausted I was this morning when I had to be at work at 830am YUCK)
The morning was pretty standard and low key, the bride and groom and photographers were here when I got here (I get here 30 minutes before rehearsal time, so they were REALLY early) and I didn't really see anyone for a long time.
I did see one couple with their child and they were telling the young boy about how they had gotten married here, I thought that was pretty sweet. They got to spend some time in the chapel which I'm sure the couple enjoyed.
So onto the funny/interesting part (sorry for rambling)
A guy comes into my office, I think I was reading my cousins blog at the time (We love you Sarah and Brad!!) and has a confused look on his face. I was like great what the heck could this guy want. He asks me for the radio, ok I think simple enough. I told him that I would go over with him to plug it into the piano (So the music comes out of the piano speakers instead of the stereos tiny speakers) so he offers to carry it. Very gentlemanly I think. He asks me how my day was and I told him pretty good, I couldn't really complain (I definitely could have but I refrained from bitching to the wedding guests) and asked him how his was. (At this point I have no idea who the guy is, a friend, a brother, a helper, a groomsman, the groom.. not a CLUE) and he said "are you kidding me" and points to the chapel. Now I'm thinking 'Greeeeaaaat I'm a big idiot who just asked a groom how his day was'. But he says "I'm the best man, I've been trying to talk him out of it all morning" WHAT!!!!! I drop my jaw and look at him and he continues to say "What kind of best man would I be if I didn't try to talk him out of it?" My reply...."a good one" I couldn't help myself. Then he said he kept telling the groom that the car was full of gas if he wanted to dart off, I told him that was terrible and set up the stereo and got out of there.
WHAT!!????!?!
I probably shouldn't have told him my actual thoughts on his comments but I could NOT be any way supportive of that advice.
Still have one more wedding today, let's hope for something blog worthy!
Wednesday, August 5, 2009
What's in a name?
This guy came in today to use the restroom and was like "I've met you before, what's your name again" not recognizing him and thinking that he's a major creeper I tell him again and he goes yea ok and goes into the bathroom.
Now, I totally forget this exchange has happened and he goes ok, its been driving me crazy (why the hell are you thinking about my name in the bathroom, sir!) I remember you, you were named after that show... kelsey grammer (FALSE, I'M NOT A BOY!) and whats that show called again? I say frasier and he says yeah ok well where are you from?? I say Tampa and he goes, yeah I'm Miami, then proceeds to throw up his left arm at an angle (looking like he's celebrating a spare) and says well its been beautiful and walks out.
WHAT THE HECK.
creepers everywhere
Now, I totally forget this exchange has happened and he goes ok, its been driving me crazy (why the hell are you thinking about my name in the bathroom, sir!) I remember you, you were named after that show... kelsey grammer (FALSE, I'M NOT A BOY!) and whats that show called again? I say frasier and he says yeah ok well where are you from?? I say Tampa and he goes, yeah I'm Miami, then proceeds to throw up his left arm at an angle (looking like he's celebrating a spare) and says well its been beautiful and walks out.
WHAT THE HECK.
creepers everywhere
T.G.I.W.
Thank God It's Wednesday!
Wednesday marks the end of my work weekdays, unless I get rehearsal duty for friday night (always a blast.) And I could not be happier that is today!!
I have mastered running credit cards, quite an accomplishment. Those little machines scare the crap out of me, they are so powerful!!
So my friends and I have been realizing that I work WAAAAAY more than my boss does. For example, yesterday I worked 9 hours and she worked 4. She has never done the 8am shift and RARELY stays for the 8pm shift. Now, I understand that we are her minions and that she can totally do this and I probs would avoid my job if I hated it too... But, You have to come to work sometimes!! I am not all knowing at this job (thank the lord) and we need her to make some phone calls.
I calculated my hours for last week and this week and the grand total was 71. 71. Can you believe that? For a "summer part time job". And it really should be 81 but I'm moving on Saturday and can't work. Thats ridiculous. However, I don't complain when I can afford to go out on the weekends (and the weekdays)
Yesterday I got so darn bored that I took a chair out onto our porch and read outside. Our office is always freezing and I'm always cold, not a good combo... It was really nice until a dog shook his drinking water/saliva mix all over me.
Well, I guess I'll go make a label and then do nothing for the rest of the day...
OH! Fun fact: Did you know we close according to the sun? Apparently we're an indian reservation or something of the sort. What the hell.... But hey, that means I'll get off earlier in year and that is fine with me!!
How.
Wednesday marks the end of my work weekdays, unless I get rehearsal duty for friday night (always a blast.) And I could not be happier that is today!!
I have mastered running credit cards, quite an accomplishment. Those little machines scare the crap out of me, they are so powerful!!
So my friends and I have been realizing that I work WAAAAAY more than my boss does. For example, yesterday I worked 9 hours and she worked 4. She has never done the 8am shift and RARELY stays for the 8pm shift. Now, I understand that we are her minions and that she can totally do this and I probs would avoid my job if I hated it too... But, You have to come to work sometimes!! I am not all knowing at this job (thank the lord) and we need her to make some phone calls.
I calculated my hours for last week and this week and the grand total was 71. 71. Can you believe that? For a "summer part time job". And it really should be 81 but I'm moving on Saturday and can't work. Thats ridiculous. However, I don't complain when I can afford to go out on the weekends (and the weekdays)
Yesterday I got so darn bored that I took a chair out onto our porch and read outside. Our office is always freezing and I'm always cold, not a good combo... It was really nice until a dog shook his drinking water/saliva mix all over me.
Well, I guess I'll go make a label and then do nothing for the rest of the day...
OH! Fun fact: Did you know we close according to the sun? Apparently we're an indian reservation or something of the sort. What the hell.... But hey, that means I'll get off earlier in year and that is fine with me!!
How.
Tuesday, August 4, 2009
Thank you, Mom and Dad
So yesterday (I know I know I'm a bad blogger) I was sitting at my desk doing nothing and the man cleaner guy comes into my office. I'm thinking to myself, alright I need to put in a work order for something.... False. He asks me what my name is and when I tell him he asks me to repeat it. At this point I'm thinking 'Greeeeaaaaat another piano guy'. Wrong again! He then tells me the greatest compliment ever.
"Your name makes a BEAUTIFUL noise"
Well done, Mom and Dad!
"Your name makes a BEAUTIFUL noise"
Well done, Mom and Dad!
Saturday, August 1, 2009
hillbilly
So I came into work and it was pretty slow at first...
I mean, minus the fact that as I walked up a large woman in a floor length HOT PINK dress was FANNING out her dress. There was a sheer layer on top and she just kept lifting it up, fluffing it and dropping it back down. I, of course, complimented her dress with a HUGE smile on my face.
Then, Chris came to borrow my car so he could pick up a mattress and I was adjusting the sport rack on the top of my car. Chris comes around the car to find me standing in a huge ant pile. I get to jump around the parking lot to try to beat the little buggers off my feet.
Next, the preacher from the last wedding of the day tells me that this next wedding is really frugal. Took a class to lower the price of a marriage certificate and brought their own flowers. I thought the groom took it TOO far when he showed up in blue jeans and a denim shirt... (don't worry... he changed). Turns out the sister of the bride is the photographer and they forgot corsage pins. (I offered paper clips). THen the mother of the bride starts yelling about how her brother just got pulled over for speeding. RIGHT in front of the chapel. This is the brother that is supposed to be walking her down the aisle. So the sister went and took pictures of him and the cop (what a GREAT memory!). He just rushed in and yelled "let's go" at the bride and off they went to get her hitched.
OH UFPD... You just helped make my day better. I think that's a first.
Ok back to sitting and doing nothing for the next hour.
I mean, minus the fact that as I walked up a large woman in a floor length HOT PINK dress was FANNING out her dress. There was a sheer layer on top and she just kept lifting it up, fluffing it and dropping it back down. I, of course, complimented her dress with a HUGE smile on my face.
Then, Chris came to borrow my car so he could pick up a mattress and I was adjusting the sport rack on the top of my car. Chris comes around the car to find me standing in a huge ant pile. I get to jump around the parking lot to try to beat the little buggers off my feet.
Next, the preacher from the last wedding of the day tells me that this next wedding is really frugal. Took a class to lower the price of a marriage certificate and brought their own flowers. I thought the groom took it TOO far when he showed up in blue jeans and a denim shirt... (don't worry... he changed). Turns out the sister of the bride is the photographer and they forgot corsage pins. (I offered paper clips). THen the mother of the bride starts yelling about how her brother just got pulled over for speeding. RIGHT in front of the chapel. This is the brother that is supposed to be walking her down the aisle. So the sister went and took pictures of him and the cop (what a GREAT memory!). He just rushed in and yelled "let's go" at the bride and off they went to get her hitched.
OH UFPD... You just helped make my day better. I think that's a first.
Ok back to sitting and doing nothing for the next hour.
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